Twelth Dream
Warnings: Crack. Pure, unadulterated crack. Also, given the crack, the actions in the dream are likely very very much not IC. ;D;;
Dream Effects: A sense of swelling joy and relaxation, with a faint undercurrent of ‘what the fuck’.
[It had been very difficult, getting everything set up, but it had been well worth the wait. Doing it had night had been the right decision, he reflected…the moonlight shone well on his hair, and the white petals of the roses took on a lovely blue hue in it. He adjusts his suit, and looks at the sky. Any moment now…
There’s a gust of wind (the demon’s trademark), and Naoya turns, smiling faintly as Loki comes towards him. There’s no father to give him away, but since Naoya flatly refused a Christian ceremony, this had to be altered somewhat. Even so…
Loki picks up a small knife, black-handled and gleaming in the moonlight before carefully slicing his own palm, then handing the knife to Naoya, who does the same.
“I swear by my blood to be always by your side, to protect you and nurture you throughout all eternity.”
Loki presses his palm against Naoya’s so their blood mixes, and leans in to kiss him at the same time. Of course, that’s when the cheer from the crowd comes.
“It’s about time, Nii-san!” He turns his head to look at Kiyoshi, who has on a pillow two rings, delicately interwoven silver around blood red stones.
“Hey, maybe now you’ll stop roaming around, Loki!” Atsuro’s laughter was just a tad bit nervous, and grew moreso when Loki leered. Naoya laughed, for his part.
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“Naoya-kun! Throw the boquet!” Naoya blinked-when had this gotten here?-before tossing it carelessly, not really caring as he leaned in to kiss Loki again. Until he noticed Naomi had caught it. Oh dear…]
[Naoya wakes up muzzily, and stares at the dreamberry. He then very calmy gets up and sets the dreamberry on the balcony.
And then megidolaons it.]
Dream Effects: A sense of swelling joy and relaxation, with a faint undercurrent of ‘what the fuck’.
[It had been very difficult, getting everything set up, but it had been well worth the wait. Doing it had night had been the right decision, he reflected…the moonlight shone well on his hair, and the white petals of the roses took on a lovely blue hue in it. He adjusts his suit, and looks at the sky. Any moment now…
There’s a gust of wind (the demon’s trademark), and Naoya turns, smiling faintly as Loki comes towards him. There’s no father to give him away, but since Naoya flatly refused a Christian ceremony, this had to be altered somewhat. Even so…
Loki picks up a small knife, black-handled and gleaming in the moonlight before carefully slicing his own palm, then handing the knife to Naoya, who does the same.
“I swear by my blood to be always by your side, to protect you and nurture you throughout all eternity.”
Loki presses his palm against Naoya’s so their blood mixes, and leans in to kiss him at the same time. Of course, that’s when the cheer from the crowd comes.
“It’s about time, Nii-san!” He turns his head to look at Kiyoshi, who has on a pillow two rings, delicately interwoven silver around blood red stones.
“Hey, maybe now you’ll stop roaming around, Loki!” Atsuro’s laughter was just a tad bit nervous, and grew moreso when Loki leered. Naoya laughed, for his part.
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“Naoya-kun! Throw the boquet!” Naoya blinked-when had this gotten here?-before tossing it carelessly, not really caring as he leaned in to kiss Loki again. Until he noticed Naomi had caught it. Oh dear…]
[Naoya wakes up muzzily, and stares at the dreamberry. He then very calmy gets up and sets the dreamberry on the balcony.
And then megidolaons it.]